"If you cant figure out where you stand with someone, it might be time to stop standing and start walking." -anonymous

Sorry if it seems kinda bad and a little too fast past, but it was my first fanfic! :)


41. Whoa

Jessica's P.O.V.

I looked into his eyes, noticing that they were really dark. What the fuck was Harry doing!?!

"Harry what the fuck!"

"Jessica, I need you to listen''

''By fucking kissing me! Harry, either you are gonna tell Grace I will!''

"Tell her what!?"

"What the hell do you think" I slapped him forcefully across his face, one of the traits that I learned from John that I'm not proud of. I pushed him away from me and noticed him cuffing his cheek. We have such a fucked up friendship, ecspecially now after that dumbass move. I walked towards him, keeping a distance since the last time I walked towards him we ended up kissing.

"If you even THINK that Grace wont find out about this, your fucking wrong! Now get out of my way, I'm grabbing my jacket"

"No, Jessica, please, you cant tell Grace about this! I beg you!" I walked over to my jacket and put it on.

"Now, either you can walk with me, or you can run away again. Either way Grace is finding out.''

"Jessica don't do this to me!"


"I don't know anymore!" I looked him in the eyes. They were dark, almost scary looking. I looked at him for awhile noticing that the dark color never left his eyes. I reached behind me and grabbed the door handle, turning it to open.

"Harry, are you coming?" I said calmly, smiling evily to myself. I'll finally get my revenge on Harry. Ahh, sweet, sweet revenge. I have no idea why I was acting like such a cold bitch right now, I just felt joy getting revenge. He was still staring at me and has his lips pressed firmly together. He looked down and sighed. He looked back at me, with his eyebrows raised high like he was gonna give in. He licked his lips and spoke,

"Fine, but only cause I love Grace, and, because I feel really guilty right now" I smiled.

"Good, cause I wasn't gonna let you leave anyways" I know that I shouldn't be smiling but I just cant help it. He looked next to my shoulder and froze still. He looked like a ghost.

"What Harr-" I turned around and saw what he was staring at, or, who he was staring at.










To be continued...

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